They are merely shadows, and shadows are only allowed when one stands still too long...move into a circle of dreams and watch them disappear before your eyes.
Sad but theres always hope Tinka.
I loved this, Tinka. So sad. I'm glad that you still have fragments of your heart that are yours. Nurture them. Time is a healer, and one day, you will find your heart, whole again, and bubbling with joy, laughter and love. I promise. (smile) Love, Leah
There has to be light for shadows to exist, don't stand too close to what is causing the shadows.
Reviewed by Richard Christopher Suarez (Reader)
Reviewed on August 10, 2005
Tinka ,
I love these pomes , when an artist doesn't ues too many words,
But instead , write s concise piece with grand meaning!
Grear Work!
Rich Criso Suarez
(Self-published. Please contact author directly to order.)
Enter the pages of diaspora in quiet introspection. Bathe your thoughts with subtle humor; synchronize your spirit-sense with history-in-heat; fall headlong with eyes wide open into
i like this poem a real lot ...
peace and love, Carole
fragmented heart. I see your pain
inside of your beauty. Smile Luv!
Tinka your passions go very deep!fine writing...
Love Eileen
Sad but theres always hope Tinka.
Lisa
Best wishes
The only shadow that really counts is your own at the end of the day
Wonderful write Tinka
Love
Peter
But yer gotta beat the shadows away.
likewedotheaussiesagain...
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in america, karen lynn in texas. :D
Tinka ,
I love these pomes , when an artist doesn't ues too many words,
But instead , write s concise piece with grand meaning!
Grear Work!
Rich Criso Suarez
Carmen :-)
Felix